The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]., Volume 3 |
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... heav'n I be deceiv'd in you . Orla . Your heart's defires be with you ! Cha . Come , where is this young gallant , that is so dẹ- firous to lye with his mother earth ? Orla . Ready , Sir ; but his will hath in it a more modeft working ...
... heav'n I be deceiv'd in you . Orla . Your heart's defires be with you ! Cha . Come , where is this young gallant , that is so dẹ- firous to lye with his mother earth ? Orla . Ready , Sir ; but his will hath in it a more modeft working ...
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... heav'n , now at our forrows pale , Say what thou can'ft , I'll go along with thee . Rof . Why , whither shall we go ? Cel . To feek my uncle in the foreft of Arden , Rof . Alas , what danger will it be to us , Maids as we are , to ...
... heav'n , now at our forrows pale , Say what thou can'ft , I'll go along with thee . Rof . Why , whither shall we go ? Cel . To feek my uncle in the foreft of Arden , Rof . Alas , what danger will it be to us , Maids as we are , to ...
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... heav'n ' By doing deeds of hofpitality : Befides , his cote , his flocks , and bounds of feed Are now on fale , and at our fheep - cote now , By reafon of his abfence , there is nothing That you will feed on ; but what is come fee , And ...
... heav'n ' By doing deeds of hofpitality : Befides , his cote , his flocks , and bounds of feed Are now on fale , and at our fheep - cote now , By reafon of his abfence , there is nothing That you will feed on ; but what is come fee , And ...
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... heav'n thanks , and make no boaft of them . Come , warble , come . " SO N G. Who doth ambition fhun , And loves to lye i'th ' fun , Seeking the food be eats , And pleas'd with what he gets ; Come bitber , come hither , come bitber ...
... heav'n thanks , and make no boaft of them . Come , warble , come . " SO N G. Who doth ambition fhun , And loves to lye i'th ' fun , Seeking the food be eats , And pleas'd with what he gets ; Come bitber , come hither , come bitber ...
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... Heav'n would that fhe thefe gifts fhould bavez And I to live and die ber flave . Ref . O moft gentle Jupiter ! what tedious homily of love have you wearied your parishioners withal , and never cry'd , have patience , good people ? Cela ...
... Heav'n would that fhe thefe gifts fhould bavez And I to live and die ber flave . Ref . O moft gentle Jupiter ! what tedious homily of love have you wearied your parishioners withal , and never cry'd , have patience , good people ? Cela ...
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Page 145 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
Page 30 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Page 201 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Page 53 - ... it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Page 55 - But these are all lies : men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Page 223 - If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly, I'll love her dearly ; ever, ever dearly.
Page 29 - No, sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune : And then he drew a dial from his poke ; And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see...